The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-09-06

al beg of you,r said Martin, at last notclng
what the man was doing, TO let that sack
alone. You have mixed mp my dispatches
now till 1 can no longer tell where they De-
long"
The man humbly excused himself and
spologized for his awkwardness. ANeverthe
loss said he. Sthe mischief is easily repaired.
You have only TO put them on the tabss soers
and sort them over again for the places you
have vet to serve"
True" said Martin, emptyinS his sack anu
bepiuning to look over the dispatches, his IN
terlocutor meanwhile keeping at discreet /
distance. though he still managed to throw |
furtive look, now and then, over the post
mans shoulder.
Suddenly thera was q furious uproar III the |
corner of the room, and a shout from MS
meddlesome neighbor: "Quick, Father Mar
tin. uuickl call of your dog-he's strangilng
mel"
Martin obeyed, and catching KEEP. whose
fury contrasted strangely with his haoitusi
gentleness, by the skin of the neck he dragged
him to the chimney corner and forced him 10
lie down.
All these little mishaps irritated Martin
greatly, and he was conscious as he returned
TO his work of a decided feeling OF distrus5
and repugnancs toward this man, VINO,
whether consciously or not, had been the
cause of them all At this moment the latter
as if TO investigate the progress OF the storm,
went to the door and opened it. A wild gust
of wind and rain swept into the apartment
scattering the letters and papers that were
spread upon the table, and filling the place
/ with cloud OF mingled smoke and ashes.
I Martin uttered O cry Of anger
aBahr- said the one who had caused the
accident. "that is nothing; I'll pick them all
ND in a iiffy." And paying no attention 10
the command to "let them alone" as Martin
nraferresd TO attend to his own business, he
began the pursuit Of the scattered packages:
But when thew had picked up all they could
! find the postman, after q careful examina-
ton. still seemed disturbed and troubled
9Wbat's the matter!" said his companion,
@Do you miss any!"
81 can't tell; but it seems to me L had an
other letter"
aNonsense; you couldn't have had it; and
il Won did, YOU left it at the office"
Possibly" said Martin to himself, continu-
ing to rummage and search beneath the FUR
niture and in every conceivable place that q
letter could hide; but not finding anything ne
finally concluded that his memory had played
him false; for, without seeming to do SO. ne
had watched his companion as he had gathered
the letters together, and it really seemed I'M
; possible that he could have pocketed one
: without his seeing him. Nevertheless, ne
bitterly regretted ever having put his FOOT IL
the house, an instructive adherence lmpossi
. BILE to shake of having seized upon him II
regard TO this man, and besides it was con
trary to the usual principles and habits Of
discretion which the postal service lmpresse'
] upon all its agents: ITO keep at a distance al
who do not merit confidence"
In the mean time the storm had passet
AWAY, and brilliant sun warmed and lishtet
3 the landscape with its cheerful rays. As tb
J, postman entered the adjoining village
D woman rose from the doorstep, where she hat
8 haen awaiting his arrival, and ran to NEE
|. him. She was still young and pretty, thougl
= at the moment with look of worry an
? anxiety clouding the brightness of her face
s &Of course you've a letter for me, NJ
9 Martin, have you mott"
d GNo. Nine. Andre; nothing for you to-day.
@But how strange that is" Mime. Andr
q persisted. aMy husband was to have writes
+ TO me to-day without fail. You don't know
|, how his silence troubles me, and she shivere
e and turned 50 deathly pale that Martin hui
3 ried her into the house and placed her IN
chair by the fire.
d .You will surely receive a letter tomorrow
10 Mime. ANDRE" he said to her, kindly. 9Th
D DELAY of a day is very readily explained
Something Unforeseen has simply prevente
1, it's reaching the Office in time for the mai
lt There is no need to worry yet"
ot aI know all that, NJ. Martini" she n
al sponded: nevertheless can not understan
his silence, You know, of course, that
ar has been in the city for two months past, el
s. gagged on work that will bring him in
% great deal of money; also that he has
le ceived little heritage which he intended
70 collect. That is all arranged now, and
so told me he would write SO that the lett
y would reach me this morning, to tell n
ie that he himself would be here by nightfal
n Tomorrow the farm of La Mere Is to
D. sold, and he was to bid on it. 1t is an occ
s. sion that will never come again. But
ie would have him miss it 1000 times ov
nc rather than have him come without appri
10 ing me-"
Or @But why, Mime. Andrei What differen
20 would it maker
g .EThe difference that wicked designs again
10 him would always make. In the night tin
70 a bad deed is easily hidden, and, as y
know, NJ Martin, there are two roads
as which you reach here-one, though longer,
LII safe: brit it is the other one, by the burn
IL mill, that fear my husband will take, pa
ticularly as there is a neighbor whom
d. wishes to see on that road
lg SWELL" began the postman. trying
Us quiet her fears; but she refused to listen.
as "You do not know why it is That trent
he for his safety" she continued, 'but l W
IL tell You. The road itself is solitary al
ed dangerous enough at all times, and he W
as carry upon his person large sum of lnone
o. besides there is a miserable wretch in ii
Is country who openly declares his intention
nut five feet OF earth between them at
o. distant day. 1t is a feud that dates from
IS time when was a young girl, and be wish
no to marry me. 1 held him in such horrc
however, that he has never forgiven me.